Under The Volcano Page #6

[ Cheering ]

[ Men Shouting In Spanish ]

- Geoffrey, listen. Look at me.

- What?

- There's nothing holding us here any longer.

- No, there's nothing holding us.

- Let's go away together.

- No.

It's not too late.

- We can -We can start again.

- Start again?

Yes, in another place.

A new place will give us a better chance.

Why not?

Why not, for sweet Jesus' sake? Let's go.

Oh, I love you.

I want our marriage back.

So do I. So do I.

- I've fallen down somewhat.

- Never mind.

- We could go north, to Maine or Canada.

- Yes! Yes. Anywhere.

Find a cabin slap-bang on the sea.

Cliffs beaten by the surf.

Um, a small pier in a cove.

- We could. We really could.

We could live on very little.

- Yes. We could.

Draw our own water.

Chop our own wood.

- Afterall, I'm still as strong as a horse.

- Yes.

- What's all this?

- We're leaving.

Headed north, where there's snow

and the year's divided into seasons.

[ Sighs ]

A farm with a red barn?

No, no.

Escape into the wilderness

like good old William Blackstone.

Get to know the trappers

and the fishermen -

the last free men on Earth.

Nothing but tall pines.

No phones, no electricity.

Quite a life. Tranquil isolation.

[ Chuckles ]

Quite.

Stuck between the forest and the sea...

where there's all the time there is.

Yvonne'll make pottery.

- [ Laughs ]

- I'll write my memoirs.

[ Chuckles ]

Go further north each winter.

Strike for the Pole.

Wear bearskins. Chew seal blubber.

Build igloos.

Live among the Eskimo.

Uh, uh, when-

when Brother Hugh comes on a visit...

fresh from his heroics

in, uh, Spain or wherever...

I'll show proper Eskimo hospitality

and give him my wife...

to bed down with

during the cold northern night.

Geoff, what possesses you?

Sobriety, I'm afraid.

Too much moderation.

I need drink desperately.

Get my balance back.

[Inhales, Sighs ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Panting ]

What an uncommon time

they must have had of it...

paddling palms,

playing bubbies and titties...

while I was having bouts

with rats and roaches.

"It isn't too late, "she said.

Why isn't it too late?

Why isn't it? Did I say so? No.

No, I thought it was -

it was all legally settled.

It's only she that insists

it isn't too late...

because she can't get

the bloody ring off.

Geoffrey. Geoffrey, I've come...

cr - crawling back.

What m-more can I do?

Let me be your wife.

[ Sobs ]

When has she ever been a wife to me?

Where are the children

I might have had...

- that drowned to the rattling -

- [ Gasps ]

of a thousand douche bags?

Hugh, on the threshold of paradise...

puffing over her gills like a codfish,

veins like a racehorse...

prime as a goat, hot as a monkey,

salt as a wolfin pride.

Let them wallow here in their bliss

with my blessing.

Hell's...

my preference.

I choose hell.

[ Chuckles ]

Hell is my natural habitat.

[ Grunts ]

Let him go, Yvonne.

- There's nothing one can do when he's like this.

- Something will happen to him.

He'll drink himself sober

and come dragging home in the morning.

- Hugh, we were wrong, not Geoffrey.

-And we'll never make up for it.

He won't let us.

He doesn't want your help.

I want his.

[ Sighs ]

[ Coins Jingling, Clattering In Dish ]

[Vehicle Horn Honking ]

Hola! Bus!

Geoffrey!

[Water Splashes ]

[ Shouting ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Whooping, Shouting Continues ]

[ C*cks Squawking ]

[Laughing, Chattering In Spanish ]

Mezcal.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Women Laughing ]

[Spanish Continues ]

Mezcal, por favor.

[ Spanish ]

Ay, el ingles.

I know who you are. Si.

My England man! Mi amigo!

My friend. Old time, old time.

Oh, nice to see you.

You were very borracho. Whole time

you were drunk. I buy you to drink.

What do you want?

I pay for you and for me.

Cuatro mezcal, por favor.

Anis, para mi.

You buy, then I'll buy, then you.

What do you want, my England man?

I give you the beautiful girl?

- No, gracias.

- You always "no, gracias. "

No good, "no, gracias. "

I give you the most beautiful girl,

and you say "no, gracias"?

No, you can't.

Everywhere.

You want, uh, a little girl? Petra.

I give you a little girl.

You want the big girl? Sofia.

I give you Sofia.

Big girl. You can do it.

You want a boy?

I guarantee all clean.

What do you want?

I make a special price for my friend.

- How 'bout it?

- How about what?

- The works.

- What works?

The works -

God, nooky, moola, cornholin'.

It's all covered in the Old and New Testimony,

as wrote by Mozart.

What one don't say, the other do.

I say burn all books but them.

Am I right, or am I wrong?

You're absolutely right, my friend.

This man es a**hole americano.

No good for me or for you.

I no like americanos.

No friend to nobody.

- Is a**hole man. Get outta here!

- [Men Shouting, Whooping ]

- [Trumpet:
Fanfare ]

- [ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Cheering, Shouting ]

[ Chattering In Spanish ]

[ Continues ]

[Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Laughing, Speaking Spanish ]

Hey, I have something for you, senor.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

Oh, my wife is picking up eggs

to be hatched.

She takes a baby,

puts it into the chicken run...

and this cockcomes out

and pecks out the baby's eye.

She wants to kill him.

I said, "No, you cannot kill this cock."

This is un bruto.

Avery powerful cock.

You know what he did?

He won seven straight fights.

Can you imagine that?

Seven straight fights.

Is it a miracle or not?

Ah, here you are, senor.

Look. Do you recognize them?

Wait, hombre.

I send you puta oputas.

Bonita muchacha

pormi amigo ingles.

Hola, tia.

Where is su senora?

He's also a drunkard.

[ Both Laughing ]

[Yvonne's Voice ]

My heart has the taste of ashes...

and my throat is tight

and weary with weeping.

Geoffrey, why don't you answer me?

If you no longer love me and do not

want me to come back to you...

will you not write and tell me so?

It is your silence that frightens me.

- [ Continues ]

- [ Chattering, Laughing Continue ]

What has happened to our hearts?

Don't we owe it to ourselves...

to that self we created apart from us...

to try again?

I am sorry.

I am so sorry.

Not enough.

Never enough.

It's not possible.

Not... in this world.

[ Continues ]

Bueno. Estoybien.

- Si?

- Ah. No.

Muchachas!

[ Speaking Spanish ]

[ Spanish Continues ]

[Women Chattering In Spanish ]

[Thunder Rumbling ]

Quieres a Maria?

[Thunder Continues ]

[Rain Pattering ]

[ Moans ]

I'm looking for a tall man.

Englishman. White clothes.

Uh, has he been here?

- No hablo ingles, senor.

- Buscan al borracho ingles?

- Si. Si.

- No se.

- What?

- No s.

- Let's go, Yvonne.

- No!

Oh, all right.

Wait here.

- [ Continues ]

- [ Chattering, Laughing Continue ]

Ingles?

[Laughing ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Crying ]

Oh, Geoffrey, Geoffrey, Geoffrey!

Oh, Geoffrey!

[ Men Laughing ]

Geoffrey!

[ Chattering Continues ]

You pay.

- I paid the girl.

- You pay me also.

- Pay more.

- [ Chuckles ] No.

Okay, my England man.

No worry for you.

Maria, she very clean.

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